Judging Eyes from Judgy McJudgerson....

So today I was waiting at the Trax station for the train to come after work. (Yes, I do have a car. And yes, I did just say that I took that train. I don't believe in paying the exorbitant fees for a campus parking pass. But that is another story for another day). Anyway, I saw this girl while I was sitting at the station, minding my own business, jamming out to Third Eye Blind on my iPod. How very 90s of me, I know.  The girl comes up and sits down on the concrete on the other side of the Plexiglas next to me. She's definitely wearing "the boots with the fur" (high heeled, no less), hair a little too long and slightly off from the style that it seemed like she was trying very very hard to imitate. I also noticed that she was very intently reading the latest novel-turned-tear-jerker-movie Dear John. I laughed because that it didn't surprise me. She looked exactly like the kind of girl who would be reading such a book. As soon as I thought it, I felt a little bad. What makes me think that I'm so special? Just because at the time I had a copy of Tacitus in my backpack?And then I began to wonder when someone sees me reading at the Trax station and look down to notice that it's some fancy shmancy book for one of my classes, are they surprised? Something to ponder...